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Favorite bit, though? This one dame, she sang sea shanties while, erm, workin’. Voice like a bleedin’ angel, body like—well, ye get it. Surprised me, it did—thought, “This is serious business!” like Rabbi Nachtner in the film, all solemn-like. Made me happy, too—somethin’ pure in the muck. Oh, and the clap? Aye, half them sailors caught it—lesson there, mateys: wrap yer sparrow ‘fore ye dock!

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So, the day drags on. I’m chillin’ at the entrance, watchin’ the crowd. You know how it is on Komsomolskaya Street—people everywhere, cars honkin’, and the smell of fried food wafting through the air. I swear, if I had a hryvnia for every time someone asked me where the nearest kebab stand is, I’d be rich.

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